/after my parents divorced, my mom would drink and cry herself to sleep. She was angry, and lost herself to the pain, for so many years… Time passed, but she was still there for us, and it meant so much to me back then because she tried. And eventually, time healed her heart. I’m adopted, and this hill started when she was in her 60’s. I was 9-10 / but I learned to see pain and anger as something deeper and easier to understand/ (anguish/suffering)
Have you tried support groups? Talking/letting this pain pour out will feel better than keeping it in like this.
You form bonds, you grow with the group you share stories with- I mean, in person…
Your children need you so much. Nothing you put yourself through will make them stop loving you- (they’ll be mouthy) -be there for them. I see you care about them so much.
Yeah me too, the long sleep. It really sucks for me to wake up in this broken pain Im in. I suppose the only reason I do make it is because of my kids.
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I’m glad you’re alive.
what happened?
/after my parents divorced, my mom would drink and cry herself to sleep. She was angry, and lost herself to the pain, for so many years… Time passed, but she was still there for us, and it meant so much to me back then because she tried. And eventually, time healed her heart. I’m adopted, and this hill started when she was in her 60’s. I was 9-10 / but I learned to see pain and anger as something deeper and easier to understand/ (anguish/suffering)
Have you tried support groups? Talking/letting this pain pour out will feel better than keeping it in like this.
You form bonds, you grow with the group you share stories with- I mean, in person…
Your children need you so much. Nothing you put yourself through will make them stop loving you- (they’ll be mouthy) -be there for them. I see you care about them so much.
Yeah me too, the long sleep. It really sucks for me to wake up in this broken pain Im in. I suppose the only reason I do make it is because of my kids.
I love them so much. The letters i write breaks my heart. I spiral. I can’t even think of them without tearing up and blurring my drunk vision here…